Mo Xiang

Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG. 

It sort of felt like a vacuum, and within it came a glorious and commanding voice that calls himself the God of Light. 

"Link, would you be willing to be the saviour who will pull the World of Firuman out from the churning abyss?"

What a huge mission! If it was in the real world, Link would have rejected it immediately. However, he was bent on being the hero in game.

"Bring it on!" Link answered confidently.

"Then, best of luck." 

And so begin Link's journey of magic, friendship, betrayal, love and despair in the ever changing World of Firuman.

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Advent of the Archmage

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The inspiration in Link's mind was fleeting like a swimming fish. He wanted to catch it, but it just kept swimming around, wriggling out of his hands.

Gretel was doubtful, but Link couldn't explain it. He chased the shred of light in his mind while instinctively mumbling, "Wait, wait, let me think."

Gretel didn't really believe him, but she didn't interrupt his thoughts either. She started gathering the shards on the ground with her Magician's Hand.

Link looked at the liquid and shards all over the ground. The inspiration ran back. It was much clearer now, but when Link tried to say it out loud, he couldn't figure out how to explain it.

After thinking a bit, he decided to take out his magic notes. He strode over to a window and went to work.

At first, Link just wanted to calculate the specific alchemy Mana. As he wrote, his thoughts followed the guidance of that shred of inspiration and floated to a very strange territory.

Link’s Enduring Wisdom（2/3）